Chapter Nine

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Ricky's pov

I saw Chris sitting at the lunch table. I saw his thoughts of suicide. I was right next to him, but he couldn't see me. Nobody could.

But I saw that he wanted to kill himself. I saw that he wanted to be with me. I just couldn't let him be selfish like I was.

"Don't do it! You have so much to live for!"

But he couldn't hear me. Nobody could.

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Chris' pov

When we went back to school, my thoughts of suicide came back. So did the voices. They were louder than they were before. But this time, I was able to make out a few words.

"Don't - it! You - much - for!"

I tugged at my hair, closing my eyes tightly. Ashley kneeled down in front of me, grabbing my hands gently. "Chris, what's wrong?" I took a shaky breath. "T-the voices a-are b-back-"

Ash sighed quietly, brushing my hair away from my face gently. "Just take deep breaths, Chris. It'll all be okay." I nodded slightly, starting to take deep breaths as she watched me. "Ash I.. I-I wanna go to therapy or something.. Or a mental hospital.. I just want the voices to go away.." Ashley nodded. "I'll figure something out, Chris."

I nodded, closing my eyes again. "Thank you.." She kissed my forehead gently, standing up. "C'mon. We gotta get to class. We'll talk more after school at my house, alright?" I nodded again, standing up and following her to the classroom.

Maybe going to a mental hospital will help me.

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